Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted
Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations
Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer
Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips
Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule
Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai
If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight
Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better
She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
You think he memorizes his stories?
All of them are made up right on the spot
Really, he takes a seed of truth and plants it in his imagination
Now his voice waters that seed and out of that grows amazing
She was so hungry. It had been way too long
Now she had lots of opportunities to do something about it
And she sampled a few of the wares offered to her, but none had hit the spot
Candy for the eye almost always left her unsatisfied
Knowing all that, she was still willing to give him a try. She was in the mood for at least a…
So many places he could be hiding
Especially since he was such a small tike
And she made sure to count to one hundred out loud
Ready or not, here I come!
Couple of minutes later he came out of his spot and wondered what happened
Her giggles gave away the fact that she never decided to…
Something about sitting down, eyes closed, not moving
The outside slows down and the inside opens up
It allows you to shed the pull of society’s hectic current
Letting you find a spot of calm that is at your core
Leaving you reenergized when you emerge from being…
Going all in all the way is the only choice
Or else you have failed yourself and your country
Leave your very soul on the mat at the end to achieve your goal
Delivering the highest spot on that Olympian podium
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She wanted it out
Plunging her hands into the hot water
Over and over again till her hands bled
Then it didn’t matter anymore
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Can’t believe you’ve been gone this many years my little girl
Heaven is much richer for you
Every day I feel that empty spot in my heart
Realizing you are still there, just that I can’t physically hold you
Until I get to hear you laugh again as you fly
Because of your angel wings
Abdi Mohammed
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